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Stories
Everyone loves a story.
Tell one … who knows where it might lead.
Perhaps business success?
Perhaps a new partner?
Perhaps a new life?
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Angus says:
Even though this story starts with a friend of a friend of mine, I’m 99% sure it’s true. Some of you know this friend of mine so you can ask them to confirm its validity.
This girl went out with a friend of about a year on a date, one thing led to another and she ended up staying at his place and having a good time. Morning comes around and he tells her he has to go to work but she can sleep in, make herself a coffee, do whatever then lock the door behind her as she leaves.
She finally awakes, gets ready for the day, takes a dump in the toilet and to her horror realises that the toilet won’t flush. After debating what to do, she grabs a plastic bag, scoops out the poop and ties the bag up, ready to be thrown in a bin outside. As she’s leaving, she writes the guy a note, thanking him for a lovely time and that she would love to see him again sometime soon. She leaves the house, locks the door, closes it behind her and it then hits that she’d left the bag of poop next to the note before exiting. Without any way of getting in, she leaves, never to answer his calls or see him again.